Detroit (2017) Movie Script

1 (CRICKETS CHIRPING) (BEES BUZZING) (CROWS CAWING) TRAIN CONDUCTOR: All aboard! (BELL TOLLING) (PEOPLE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY) (GLASS SHATTERING) (SHOUTING) (SIREN WAILING) (GRUNTING) (DOGS BARKING) (CHURCH BELL TOLLS) (OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS) (SIREN WAILING) (HANDCUFFS CLICKING) (HORN HONKS) (TIRES SCREECH) SERGEANT JIM: All right, let's go. (CAR DOOR SLAMS) (MUSIC PLAYING) That's my main man Pierce coming back from the war! Thank you! Thank you, man. (ALL CHEERING) (OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS) MAN: Hey, what's happening, Jack? Private party. Pick another card. There you go! (DOOR THUDS) Oh, I see what you're saying. There we go! (GRUNTING) Damn it! Give me that shit. Party's over! Here we go. Move on out. Move on out. Step out! Step out! Everybody out! Out! Let's go! I know you can hear me. Get the fuck up and go! OFFICER 1: I don't care what you do during the week. Get out! - OFFICER FRANK: Party's over! - Let's get it moving! You know how this works! Says who? I'm sorry? MAN: Man, take a hike! Come in here smelling like pig juice! (ALL LAUGHING) Excuse me, miss. Thank you so much. OFFICER FRANK: What'd you say? I ain't said anybody talking... Hey, man! (ALL SHOUTING) Come on, man! Let me go, man! Let me go! (CONTINUES SHOUTING) Hold on a second. Get the fuck out! Get out! Get out! How many times you want me to say it? You're moving slow! Come on, man! Motherfuckers, man! Look, Frank, man. The owner split. Man, I'm sorry, but you got a room... ...full of open warrants in there. All right? Just make sure you search the women, you lazy bastard. All right. Watch your eyes. Oh, shit! (YELLS) MAN: You know that's not right, brother! (THUDDING CONTINUES) UNDERCOVER COP: No, no, no! (GRUNTS) We gotta go through the front. What? You wanna take these guys out in public, Sarge? We have no fucking option. - Go tell them. Run. - All right. - You dirty pig! - Get the fuck out of here. Anybody else? Why're we not moving? You wanna go next? Out, out, out! OFFICER 1: All right, party's over, folks. Let's go! You heard him. Time to move out! Put your drinks down and step out the door. OFFICER FRANK: I do not understand, I thought I was very clear! Let's go! Come on! Out of here! Let's go! Come on! OFFICER FRANK: Congratulations. Get the fuck out! How many times I gotta say "Move out?" OFFICER 1: Let's go! I know your black asses is faster than that. Go! Let's move! Come on! Move! Let's go! OFFICER 2: On your feet! Move it! Let's go! We're taking them out front. Out the front door! Let's go! Now! Taking them out the front. OFFICER 1: Shit! OFFICER 2: Out the front! (INDISTINCT SHOUTING) Guys, sir, both sides. POLICEMAN 1: Up against the wall. Against the wall. Let's move it. Come on. Let's go! Here we go. Squad's here. If they're not resisting, don't push them. (OVERLAPPING SHOUTING) Put it right there. POLICEMAN 1: Right here against the wall. Welcome home! Thank you, sir. Get out the way. Get out the way! POLICEMAN 2: Hands where we can see them. We had to use the front door. - Shit! - Make it a public display. I almost feel bad for them. - We gotta get out of here. - Quickly. Let's go! Get them in! SERGEANT JIM: All right! Start loading them up! Let's go! Okay, let's go! MAN: Look at this shit! Let's hurry! Get it out of here! Get it out! Let's go! Make sure we get those guys at the back. What are you doing down here all the time? (MEN SHOUTING) OFFICER FRANK: We gotta get this moving! MAN: Stop messing with us. These people didn't do a thing. Where's the other one? It should be here any minute. BALD MAN: What did they do? Please calm down! Everything's fine. OFFICER FRANK: Finally! Over here. MAN: This is our neighborhood and here y'all come. That's not necessary. Open the door! Get them in! (OVERLAPPING SHOUTING) Arrests for a private gathering? That's police overreach! You got no liquor license on this place. Get the fuck out of my face. - Let's just keep it calm. - Are you fucking kidding me? POLICEMAN 3: Come on! Get in the damn van! Step in there! Move, let's go! Let's get them moving, gentlemen! Let's go! Get them in the wagon! Hey, Dave! Told you you'd get busted, you alcoholic! Oh, the night's not over! (LAUGHING) SERGEANT JIM: Go home! Go home! Go home! MAN: You go home! (ALL SHOUTING) - SERGEANT JIM: Get them in. - POLICEMAN 4: Last one. Get them in! BALD MAN: You punk-ass motherfuckers! (INDISTINCT CLAMORING) SERGEANT JIM: Let's go, get in! Don't touch me! Let's go! In! I'm moving! Get in! Let's go! (SHOUTING INTENSIFIES) Get in the car! Let's go! (THUDDING) (SHOUTING) (CHEERING AND LAUGHING) Check this, motherfuckers! (SIRENS BLARING) (ALARM RINGING) (CROWD CHEERING) (SHOUTING) Bub, can't even ride that bike! You know good and well you don't know how to ride no bike. MAN: Do it, man! Throw it! Catch this! Yeah! That's what I'm talking about! RIOTER: It's show time now! (CHEERING) MALE NEWSCASTER: Destroyers striking from as far as three miles... ...away from this west side ghetto, ...where it all began early this morning... ...with a police raid on an after-hours drinking parlor. There have been some reports of gunfire. Police are under orders not to fire. More than 200 looters have been arrested so far. Police officials say they do not have enough men... ...to worry much about the looters. They are there to protect the firemen. But that is why you elected me. (SHOUTING) To bring about change. But during this time, ...it's important that we all settle down. (ANGRY SHOUTING CONTINUES) - Settle yourself! - CONYERS: I know you're angry. I'm angry, too. This city has problems, especially with the policemen. We have problems. (ALL SHOUTING) However, ...change doesn't happen overnight. But change is coming. (ALL SHOUTING) Let's work together! Nah! Bring Stokely Carmichael down here! We don't wanna hear from your ass! Look here. This is what I need you to do! I need you to not mess up your own neighborhood. This is your home! Yeah, burn it down! Burning it down is not the answer! (ALL SHOUTING) (CHANTING) Burn it down! Burn it down! Settle down! Settle down! (SHOUTING INTENSIFIES) FIREFIGHTER 1: Hoses up! Hoses up! FIREFIGHTER 2: Get that engine in a little closer! Engine four, let's relay! Come on! Roll it back! You gotta roll it back. RIOTER: We gonna let this motherfucker burn! (ALL SHOUTING) What the fuck! FIREFIGHTER 3: Let's move back! Come on! Get out of here! (SIREN WAILING) (SHOUTING) GEORGE W. ROMNEY: At the request of Mayor Cavanaugh, ...we've made state police... ...and National Guardsmen available... ...to assist in dealing with what is a case... ...of lawlessness and hoodlumism... ...and to protect the persons and property... ...of people in the areas involved. MALE NEWSCASTER: Here in Detroit, a city of war... ...where snipers hide on rooftops, ...the violence continues. US Army paratroopers, National Guardsmen, state and local police... ...are continuing the fight against a handful of snipers. On the city's west side, a 150-block area is off-limits to everybody. This is no man's land, an area of destruction and devastation. ABC newsman Tom Mclntyre says... ...it's hard to believe that this could happen in America. But here it is, in Detroit, the nation's fifth largest city. LYNDON B. JOHNSON: I am declaring a public state of emergency. And I am also indicating that I will promulgate... ...such rules, orders and regulations... ...as I deem necessary to protect life and property. CAPTAIN: Second unit, left lane! 18-40! Rally point! Rally point A! Sniper in the window! (SCREAMING) Third floor window! CAPTAIN: Move to cover! Move to cover now! Stand by! Hold your fire! (PEOPLE SCREAMING) (SIREN WAILING) POLICEMAN: Don't move! All right, he's clear. Move back! Hey! (ALARM RINGING) FLYNN: Oh, I almost hit that one. (LAUGHING) LYNDON B. JOHNSON: There is no American right... ...to loot stores... ...or to burn buildings, ...or to fire rifles from the rooftops. That is crime. And crime must be dealt with forcefully... ...and swiftly, and certainly under law. AFRICAN-AMERICAN LEADER: ...LBJ tell you... ...that, "Violence never accomplishes anything," "...my fellow Americans." (PEOPLE CHEERING) Don't you see, the real problem with violence... ...is that we have never been violent. We have been too nonviolent! (ALL SHOUTING) Excuse me! POLICEMAN: Go back the way you came! I need to go down this road to get to work. What did I say? Back! I need to go down this road to get to work, Ford Assembly. Hold on! Where you going? Hey! Let him go! You cannot go this... (GUNSHOTS) (SCREAMING) POLICEMAN: Take cover! We might have a sniper on... KRAUSS: Boy, would you look at this. So sad. It's preventable, you know. That's the worst part. Look at this. This looks like fucking 'Nam. You believe this is the USA? And we're to blame. (HONKS HORN) By standing by, the trouble started. Now this. (MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS) FLYNN: What can you do with this? They're crazy. They're not crazy. They know exactly what they're doing. This is gonna be worse than '43. KRAUSS: No, we need to stop failing these people. They're looking to us, and we keep letting them down... ...left, right, and center. Take this motherfucker right here. Halt! (TIRES SCREECH) Halt! Halt! (GUNS COCKING) Get back! (SHOUTING) - DEMENS: Stay off the street! - KRAUSS: Halt! DEMENS: Back up! Hey! (GRUNTS) KRAUSS: Come here! Get back off the street! (WHIMPERING) Hey, Phil! Come on! Hey, Phil! Forget him! Come on! Fuck! (GASPS) FLYNN: You're not supposed to shoot the looters anyway. (PANTING) Yeah. How the hell are we supposed to stop them? What a fucking specimen, huh? (GROANING) (GASPING) (LEON WHIMPERING) OLD LADY: Confound it! What... What are you doing under there? (STUTTERING) I just live down the street. If you can go get my wife Roberta? You want me to call the ambulance? No, no police! Just, please, Roberta. OLD LADY: Goodness! LEON: Get me Roberta. MALE REPORTER: 1,100 National Guardsmen... ...have been rushed into as many areas... ...as they can cover, protecting police. Looters carry off thousands of dollars' worth of goods... ...with a gay sort of leisure. Many negro shop owners put up signs... ...reading "Soul Brother" to avoid damage. But the fire bombers and looters... ...are indiscriminate. POLICEMAN: Just cuff him to the chair. I'll get to him when I get a second. Write your address and your date of birth. Talk to him! Where am I supposed to put him? I don't care. Take him to your house! POLICEMAN: Let's move these negroes out of here! There's no room! Sergeant! Homicide detectives wanna have a word with you. POLICEMAN: Quit pushing! You got room... ...for two more in holding or not? (OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS) Step back from the goddamn counter! Come on, move! Behind the door! Hey! Whose prisoner is this? (ALL SHOUTING) Don't talk to me! For God's sake. DETECTIVE: Sit the fuck down and shut up! Krauss, in here. I need you. Go, come on. Guys, come on. Out. (DETECTIVE SIGHS) DETECTIVE: I got a young black, ...shotgunned in the vicinity of Virginia Park. Did I hear earlier you shot a black guy? I missed, called it in. You missed? I might've clipped him. He was real fast. Sit down, patrolman. Sit down. MAN: What's the hold up? (INDISTINCT SHOUTING CONTINUES) NEWSCASTER: (ON RADIO) Schools, city offices... ...and many stores remain closed today in Detroit, ...and a 9:00 p.m. curfew has been ordered for this evening. Hey, Ma. - Hey. - (PHONE RINGING) I got it. Hello. No, I'm off. I worked a double. Okay. All right. What? Back to work? Yeah, Mr. LeFrank called. I thought Vinny was your boss. I got two jobs, two bosses, Ma. Security company needs me for the looting. - Looting? - Yeah, watch the news. (SIREN WAILING) (SINGING) Nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide Got nowhere to run to, baby Nowhere to hide It's not love I'm running from It's the heartbreak I know will come - What do you say there, Fred? - Hey. Yo, you're late. Listen, I almost lost my job getting here. I'm sorry. I don't give a damn about Ford Motor Company. Bumper cars and sheet metal motherfucker? You about to be with the stars! But I need to buy bread, negro. Listen, it's gonna be good. You sure? Yeah. All right? - Thanks, man. - Yeah. - I need you here, man. - I'm here! What you need? Water or something? I know you're no good for me (AUDIENCE CLAPPING) But you've become a part of me Is that A&R man out there? Yeah, he out there, waiting to get his mind blown, baby. When it's so deep So deep... Deep inside of me... All right, folks, come on. Let's get this together. You ready? Get these steps together. Hold on. Let me get that note one more time. (SINGING) If you haven't got Love Love A traveling man once told me That he didn't ever care... FRED: Watch your spacing. That any time he wants to go... That he go anywhere... If you haven't got love Love believe me... The traveling man once told me... If you haven't got love Love will leave me... Then you're lonely So lonely... You're lonely So lonely You're lonely So lonely Oh, yeah If you haven't got (CHEERING AND APPLAUSE) You're up next, boys. Let's get it! Come on! - It's Motown, baby. - All right. Are we ready? Give it up! (CHEERING AND APPLAUSE CONTINUES) - Motown Records, baby. - Motown, we're Motown tonight. ANNOUNCER: All right, settle down, cats. Now, I know you guys think that we reached... ...the top of this evening but we have not. Because we're about to take this thing to another level. (CHEERING) Because the band of brothers I'm about to bring to this stage... ...comes straight out of Motor City herself. He talkin' about you. If you would, stand up on your feet... ...and make some noise for Detroit's own... The Dramatics! (AUDIENCE CHEERING) You got to tell these folks that they got to go home right now. These folks is out here rioting. Hold on. They're doin' what? They out here rioting. - Right now? - Right now. Tell these folks they got to go home. ANNOUNCER: Excuse me. We're ready, right? Listen, you boys can't go out there tonight. What do you mean we can't go out there? These folks is out here rioting. You cannot go out there tonight. We're on the schedule, brother. We all gotta get the hell out of Fox tonight. Now, ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid I have some bad news. (CROWD MURMURING) MAN: What's going on? It seems like we're all gonna have to exit the building... ...and head to our homes. (CROWD JEERS) Come on, just one song, man! Motown's right there! This is Detroit, we're no stranger to this. (ALL GRUMBLING) Now, the police said we have absolutely nothing to worry about. So if you would, just grab your things. Ma'am, grab your purse. Slowly, slowly. Exits to your left and to your right. - DARRYL: Damn it! - JIMMY: What the hell? FRED: We gotta go, boys. We gotta go. I'm going on that stage. We're going on that stage, y'all hear me? People are leaving, man. The band's leaving. Ma'am, your purse. LARRY: We won't get another shot like this. ANNOUNCER: I'm sorry. We need to get out of here, Larry. ANNOUNCER: Watch your step, sir! Now, boys, I'm sorry. But we've got to go. - I'm sorry. - All right. Larry, I mean... What can we do? Larry, there's nothing we can do. Another day... Another day, man. (POLICE SIRENS WAILING FAINTLY) Listen, I know you want it bad, man. Larry, we gotta go. We gotta go. (SIGHS ANGRILY) Come on. Larry! (BREATHING HEAVILY) Larry. (SINGING) You might be a rich man With the world on a string But with all your riches You haven't got everything If you haven't got love Love If you haven't got love Ooh, love You're lonely You're lonely So lonely Ooh, baby (SIGHS) We were so close. FRED: Yeah, y'all looked good, y'all sounded good. There'll be a next time. There will be. Bus driver! Hey, now! Bus driver! (PEOPLE SHOUTING) (HORN HONKING) Hey, y'all seeing this? (ANGRY SHOUTING) POLICEMAN: (THROUGH SPEAKER) Clear the street. Go back to your homes now. Disperse or you will be arrested. I say we go up to 12th Street and be a part of this. We're working musicians, man. I can't be singing when I'm supposed to... ...be out there swinging, brother. Hey, look. We're not too far from the Algiers. Let's just go there till all this blows over. DARRYL: We gotta get off this bus! BUS DRIVER: Everybody out! Let's go, now! (CLAMORING) (DOOR OPENS) - MAN: Come on, man! - DETECTIVE: Sit the fuck down! (DOOR SHUTS) MAN: I didn't do anything! I'm sorry, I've been working... ...straight shifts since the riots started. Yeah, that guy you shot at didn't make it home. Ambulance found him bleeding out under a car. (SIGHS) Are we sure it's the same guy? He's the only Virginia Park shooting today. You carry a shotgun, he had shotgun wounds. You wanna play ballistics? Jesus Christ, I'm sorry. That's it? What else? You shot him in the back. Right. He was... He was running away from me. Where else do you want me to shoot? My point was him being no threat to you. In hindsight, but I'm thinking, ...why is he running away from me, ...if all he did was steal some groceries? What if he killed somebody in that grocery store? He's avoiding the police. What do you assume from that? You don't assume. If he had a weapon in his hand, that's another story. We don't shoot for robberies. Detective, you know it's a war zone out there, right? Yeah. 10th had to shut down. They're destroying the city. We're facilitating that with the message we send, ...which is that it's okay, go ahead, burn down your houses, ...rob a store. It's total chaos. And... Where does that lead us long term, Detective? All right, kid. Thank you. (CLEARS THROAT) Anytime. I'm recommending murder charges. You go back to work, wait to hear from the DA. Yes, sir. And kid... Calm down out there. Thank you, Detective. (OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS) All right? Forget it. - Are you in trouble? - I'm fine, so forget it. He's doing his job, same as you and me. DETECTIVE: Stand up. Let's go. On your feet. (SHOUTING) (ALARM RINGING) JIMMY: Go home, now! All you people, off the streets. Yo, we need to split up, man. DARRYL: I mean, the police are going crazy out here right now. Five brothers together, you know they gonna say we a gang. LARRY: Come on, man, we're not splitting up. Shit! POLICEMAN: Where do you think you're going? - FRED: We're going home, man. - Get off the street! Hands on the wall! - Keep them up! - FRED: Okay! MORRIS: Oh, shit! (GRUNTING) POLICEMAN: Keep moving! What the hell you talking about? Look at this mess, man! Hey, come here! You! Stop! It's after curfew! POLICEMAN: (OVER SPEAKERS) This is the Detroit Police. There is a curfew. LARRY: We're going home! JIMMY: Assalamu alaikum, my brother! POLICEMAN: (OVER SPEAKERS) Disperse! Leave using the streets behind you. This direction! MORRIS: This is our street! POLICEMAN: Go back to your homes! Go back to your homes! (SIREN WAILS) POLICEMAN: (OVER SPEAKERS) Disperse... ...or you will be arrested. (MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING) LARRY: Hello, hello. Hello. How you doing? Just need to get a room. Y'all at the wrong hotel, though. Ritz down the street. Yeah, well, the Ritz ain't got you behind the counter, so... (CHUCKLES) Look, all I got is a room in the annex... ...out back down through the breezeway. $11 a night, you pay in advance. That's cool. (R&B MUSIC PLAYING) (OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS) LARRY: A8, A8. (UNLOCKING) (KEYS JINGLE) Voil! What you expect for 11 bucks? (SCOFFS) (SIREN WAILING) (GROANS) Hey! OFFICIAL: With the exception of a few isolated snipers... POLICEMAN: You know what fucking time it is, boy? - Let me have a little fun with you. - KID: Come on, man! - POLICEMAN: What time is it? - KID: I ain't got no watch. How am I supposed to know what time it is? POLICEMAN: It's past curfew and you know it, Goddamn it! KID: You gonna shoot me because I don't have a watch? POLICEMAN: Get the fuck off my street! - What you gonna do? Shoot me? - Get off my street! Do it! Go ahead. I will kill you right the fuck now. DISMUKES: So sorry! I'm guarding that grocery store right there. I'm guarding it. This my nephew. I'm so sorry, I apologize. I'm gonna take him away. Come on. I ain't your nephew, motherfucker! Just get across the street. Calm down. - They let you out, Uncle Tom? - Just get across the street. Keep on walking. Don't look back. Keep on moving. Dumb jacky giant, I'll beat your head to the white meat. You won't kick my ass. I'm a black belt in karate, I'll whoop that ass. Besides, even if you did win, ...those ten guys over there would be on you... ...and behind them is 10,000. Now, you smart. Go home. (SIREN WAILS) (EXHALES) So you the cool brother, huh? Dismukes. Okay, Tom. POLICEMAN: (OVER SPEAKERS) This is the Detroit Police. There is a curfew. You cannot stay on the street. What the hell was that? You checked the windows and doors? - I checked them already. - Check it again. I don't even wanna see graffiti back there. (PHONE RINGING) Hello. Everything is fine. No trouble here. I'll sleep when they stop rioting. Good night, sir. SPENCER: Hey, hey. Hey. Look at this. CAPTAIN: Miller, with me. Ready, Title 32? Let's do it! MILLER: You got it! DISMUKES: You know what? I'm gonna go talk to those white guys. SPENCER: I'm gonna stay here, if that's okay. I'm gonna make sure they don't start shooting at us. CAPTAIN: All right, boys. Relax here. SPENCER: Hey, you sure you want them white boys... - ...to know where we are? - I'll be right back. (BELL CHIMES) ROBERTS: Jefferson, Wood, head in there and take the roof. JEFFERSON: We're on it. Hey, fellas. Melvin Dismukes. I'm with United Security, I'm guarding that grocery store across the street. I come bearing gifts. Oh. Thank you. Isn't this nice, boys? ROBERTS: All things considered, this is pretty good. Thank you. I don't have my usual appliances. You got any sugar? Oh, don't push it, man. ROBERTS: It's good to have some quiet. We were at Black Bottom earlier today. We actually took sniper fire. Had one, right by here. Ain't no snipers here, man. Just you and me... ...and the people partying in that motel. How long do you think this is gonna last? Yeah, how long till these negros, people, quit? What do you think? How the hell am I supposed to know? Is Morris home? It's Larry. (SIGHS) I can't find those guys anywhere. No, no, no. No, he's fine. Just when you see that cat, tell him to come down to the Algiers. We're rehearsing. Bye. (SIGHS) FRED: No luck? His mama don't even know where he is. FRED: He's probably all right. (SIGNING) Look in my eyes... And don't you see water? And it's all because of you So look at me I ain't acting like I ought to And it's all because of you So look in my eyes And don't you see water? And it's all because of you FRED: You're gonna get back on that stage. Yeah, it's not that simple, brother. Listen, when they hear you blow... Money raining. And I want a cut. (BOTH CHUCKLE) Look at me. In the eyes. I'm looking at you in the eyes, Fred. You're gonna get a record deal. (CHUCKLES) All right? (SINGING) Look in my eyes The Fox Theatre... ...welcomes The Dramatics! Yeah? Yeah. (GIRLS LAUGHING OUTSIDE) You know what, Fred? I think it's time to fix that little problem of yours. FRED: What problem? - I don't have a problem. - Yeah, you do. Come on. - We're not doing this. - Yeah, we're doing this. Come on! Don't give me a no. Come on. (SINGING) You're gonna look in her eyes I don't need it, I don't want it. And she's gonna get you off... Come on. LARRY: Okay, no. Man, I'm doing you a favor, okay? - Okay? - I'm going. LARRY: We're going. Look at this nice little scene right here. - JULIE: There you go, Karen. - Thank you. Enjoy it because we are now officially broke. There's rioting outside, and I'm not writing to my parents again. LARRY: Look at this. That right there. It's perfect. - Larry. - What? They white. So, they white. Beggars can't be choosers, all right? What does that mean? You know what I say? What? Let freedom ring. (LAUGHS) I've had that freedom, thank you very much! JULIE: No, you haven't. Because freedom doesn't mean giving it away for free. (SCOFFS) Only you could make prostitution sound high class. Come on. I'm not trying to do this, brother. Hey, stop. Why won't you just leave them alone? I think those boys are eyeballing us. FRED: Okay, stop. Come on, man. Follow my lead. Okay, so we do it together and it's like a co-op. Excuse me, ladies. I'm Larry Cleveland. I wouldn't be interrupting a private conversation here, would I? JULIE: We must be neighbors. I'm Julie, Ohio. Karen, Ohio. (CHUCKLES) No, my last name is Cleveland. (LAUGHS) We're actually from Ohio. Okay, so what y'all doing in Detroit? Well, Julie here is a professional prostitute. - Okay... - She's kidding! I'm a hairdresser. And a hoe. (JULIE LAUGHS) What do you guys do? (LAUGHING) I'm a singer in The Dramatics, ...and Fred here is my bodyguard. The Dramatics? Yeah. Never heard of them. (SCOFFS) But I love... I love Motown. The Supremes are my favorite. Well, if you love The Supremes, ...you'll definitely love The Dramatics. Larry. Sing something to her. (SINGING) Baby I'm for real I said I'm as real As real can get Oh, my God! You can really sing. It's who I am, you know. I sing. It's who he is. We were just gonna go get something to eat. A friend of ours is staying at the annex. Would you like to join us? I mean, yeah. I could eat. Fred, you hungry? Yeah, I can eat. JULIE: Let's go. Let's go. How you doing? Good. How are you? (SOUL MUSIC PLAYING) (TELEVISION BLARING) (SAUSAGES SIZZLING) Mmm... We looking good! KAREN: Hey, Carl! Mmm. We're starving. You know I got something for y'all to eat. Okay. - Hey, babe. - Hey! CARL: Mmm. Hello! KAREN: Hi, guys! CARL: Come on in. It's a nice joint, man. AUBREY: Sit down, man. LARRY: Say what? Sit down, take a seat. Hey, Aubrey. How you doing? Hey, Karen. JULIE: Okay, where I grew up, when you meet someone new, ...you're supposed to say "Hi, hello!" "How are you?" It makes them feel comfortable. Nice duds, man. Thanks, man, I appreciate it. We were performing earlier. Watch out. (LAUGHING) LEE: Total bull. (MEN LAUGHING) This guy. Okay. CARL: Food is served right there. (LAUGHING) LEE: Yeah, all right, man. Hey, Julie, (TAPS BED) ...the air conditioning's real nice over here. Real nice, huh? LARRY: Mmm-hmm. The bed's comfortable, too. (CHUCKLES) - Yeah, that's nice. - Yeah? CARL: Maybe roll up one of these joints. (MOUTHING) Aubrey, man, turn that radio up. (SONG PLAYING ON RADIO) (CHUCKLES) (MUSIC STOPS) Come on, fellas, please. (VOLUME OF JAZZ MUSIC INCREASES) Can we please let Trane speak? What the hell? That's beautiful. So sad that he died. He was young, right? He was 40. But he used his years. Let me tell you, that man lived. Unfortunately, it was heroin. Now, we know Trane did not overdose. Don't put a rumor on that, man. I didn't say Trane overdosed. But John Coltrane was a junkie for years. Love Supreme Trane was high on dope. I'm not saying that's taking anything away... ...from the man as a spiritual example. He's one of my many saints. But heroin is what killed his liver. I heard the FBI poisoned him. FBI. You wanna know how I know? John Coltrane's wife is a Detroit musician, ...same set as me. Oh, so now you a trained expert on Coltrane? (CHUCKLES) MALE NEWSCASTER: Continuing coverage tonight... ...of the rioting here in Detroit. The National Guard has been called in... ...and more than 3,200 people have been arrested, most of them negros. Updates will continue throughout our broadcast... Why is everything always so violent? You ask your people that? Try a little revolution with the English, ...all that "liberty or death?" That ain't so non-violent at all. LARRY: Man, she from Ohio. I highly doubt she understands your logic about liberty and death. (LAUGHING) Well, let's put it in layman's terms. Slide over, stripes. You see, ...you white, ain't you? (GASPS) Brother. You white, right? See, y'all don't have to deal with... ...the police nearly as much as we do. Unless, of course, you're some... Uncle Tom handkerchief head, you know? It's like... When you're black, it's almost like... ...having a gun pointing right at your face. You understand that? It's like this. Hey, boy! Get your hands off my plate. Put the hot dog... Step away from the mustard! Put your hands down! Don't... You nervous? - You're making me nervous! - LEE: You got a gun on me. This like police brutality or something, man. Oh. Oh... So you gonna tell me how to do my job now? - I'm not... - So now you're the police officer... ...that tells me how to do my job on my street? What you doing on my street, nigger? See, that's the way they like to express themselves. You know, "My street, my house, my car." That way they can take everything from you. - Larry. - So again. What you doing on my street, boy? LEE: Did I do something wrong, officer? Did you do something wrong? I ought to blow your head right off. Get that gun off me, man. - Or what, boy? - I said, get that gun off... (GUNSHOT) (SHRIEKS) JULIE: Oh, my God! Oh, my God! You shot him! Carl! (LEE WHIMPERING) Lee! CARL: He shouldn't have made a move. Lee? Hot dog, please! (LAUGHS) (ALL LAUGHING) - KAREN: You're nuts! - JULIE: What? - AUBREY: Oh, man! - KAREN: You're nuts! You're nuts! It was just a starter pistol. It just starts races. It don't kill nobody, - ...it don't hurt nobody. - KAREN: Crazy! I'm just demonstrating white power. So am I, honey. Sweetheart, baby, it was just a joke. Y'all can go and get the hell out, ...you and your partner. (ALL LAUGHING) Thought they could take a joke. (LAUGHING) (IMITATING LARRY) I'm performing. (LAUGHS) Sorry, Larry, they're usually nice guys. No, come on. Don't let those fools bother you. Why don't we all go to my room and relax for a little bit? We told a friend we'd drop by. JULIE: Maybe later. Come on. Find me later. See you! CARL: I thought everybody should know. AUBREY: But you scared them off, man. But Karen though... (SMACKS LIPS) She was looking at me. - Karen wasn't looking at you. - Karen was feeling me, man. She was like, "Hey, Aubrey!" I was like, "Hey, Karen!" POLICEMAN: (ON SPEAKERS) Disperse or you will be arrested. AUBREY: Julie! (MEN LAUGHING) We should teach these pigs a lesson. LEE: What you talking about, Carl? Them right down there. (LAUGHS) LEE: You know if you shoot them, ...they're gonna shoot us back, right? How they gonna know where it came from, Lee? - It's not even possible. - Just calm down, man. Man, you chicken. LEE: It's already crazy in here enough. CARL: Look. They need to understand... ...that they can't be picking on us all the time. Y'all gotta be with the program! We're gonna get our asses beat! One, two. Would you... (GUNSHOT) SOLDIER: Get down! Hit the deck! You guys okay? - Who's shooting? - From down there, maybe? It could be any one of those buildings. Did you just hear that gunshot, baby? No, I didn't hear anything. Anyway, you know if I get a record deal, ...we gonna drive a Cadillac, right? (CHUCKLES) Look, check him out! (LAUGHING) Run, Mr. Cracker, run! (GUNSHOTS) ROBERTS: Get down! EDDIE: Muzzle flash! By the Algiers, could be a sniper. (GUNSHOTS) - Mike? - I'm okay! I didn't get hit! Keifer Command, this is Warrant Officer Roberts. EDDIE: Take cover! ROBERTS: Army taking sniper fire. Algiers Motel vicinity, on Virginia Park. CARL: Yeah, keep running. (LAUGHING) - LEE: That was bad, brother. - AUBREY: That's crazy, man. CARL: Now everybody know what it's like to be black. (LAUGHING) Police 2-4, potential sniper... - ...in the area. - Army taking fire. DISPATCHER 1: Near the Algiers Motel... ...on Virginia Park. Sniper on the roof. Sniper fire, sniper fire, Virginia Park. DISPATCHER 2: Sniper fire near the Algiers Motel. 10-4, on the way. (TIRES SCREECHING) (SIREN WAILING) DISPATCHER 1: Shots fired, Virginia Park, sniper on the roof. DISMUKES: Sniper out there! Lock the whole place up! (PANTING) Let's find that motherfucker. (GUN COCKS) (DOGS BARKING) Anyway, my boy Fred was just telling me... ...that the rioting is getting so bad, ...even Ford's thinking about shutting down assembly for a day. Larry, that's terrible. LARRY: Yeah, I know it is. Maybe we should make the most of it. In a time of hate, love does become more important. Maybe the most important. Why don't you come over here and visit me? We got a swimming pool and I think... ...we need to spend some time together. My mom says I can't leave the house. But I want to. Your mama, right. - Give me some shells. - DEMENS: Here. Thanks. (GUNS COCKING) (PEOPLE CLAMORING) SOLDIER: Move, move, move! Move forward! (SHOUTING) SOLDIER 1: Left hand, top window! SOLDIER 2: Spread out to the side! Hey, y'all, there's a bunch of police outside right now. (SOLDIERS CLAMORING) AUBREY: Quit playing, man! Why would I be playing? Yo, is they lost? SOLDIER 1: Come on, move! CARL: I hope so! What you mean? I don't know. I don't know, man, but it look like... ...they coming right toward the house. SOLDIER 2: Go! Don't just stand there! Move up! Get in position! - Close the windows! - SOLDIER 2: Window! Hide everything! Turn the lights off! SOLDIER 2: Sniper! (GUNSHOTS) (ALL SHOUT) AUBREY: Oh, shit! LARRY: Baby, did you hear that? FRED: They're shooting at us! I gotta go! They're shooting us. Larry! Fred, you good? You good? AUBREY: I don't wanna die, man! CARL: We gotta get out of here! - AUBREY: Man, don't get up! - LEE: Carl, stay down! - They can't do this to us. - LEE: Stay down! They can't do this to us. - AUBREY: Carl, stay down! - LEE: What're you doing, man? (GASPING) SOLDIER 2: Here we go! Go. Go. Go. Go. (SHOTGUN BLAST) (SHOTGUN BLAST) (GROANS) SOLDIER 1: Going up. (GASPING) Clear! FLYNN: Clear! (GASPING) POLICEMAN: Police! (WHIMPERING) (SIREN WAILING) (TIRES SCREECHING) (POLICEMEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY) Hey, do you hear that? Fred, stay low! (BREATHING HEAVILY) Police! Get on the floor! Get the fuck against the wall right now! (OVERLAPPING SHOUTING) All right, all right! FRED: I didn't do nothing! (SHOUTING CONTINUES) FLYNN: Have you got a weapon? LARRY: I don't have a fucking gun! FLYNN: Put your hands behind your back! - Have you got a firearm? - No! Have you got a fucking weapon? (SHOUTING UPSTAIRS) (CARL GASPING) POLICEMAN: Go, go, go! - Come here! Come on! - Why you doing this? Get him the fuck downstairs now. - Get the fuck out of here now! - DEMENS: Get out of here! - FLYNN: Come on! - DEMENS: Take him! (WHIMPERING) Put your hands on your head and relax. Just calm down. Sit down. Put your hands on your head. Move the fuck downstairs! Go! LARRY: I don't have a gun! Don't pull, man! Police! Put your hands on your head! GREENE: They already are. (JULIE GASPING) KRAUSS: Against the walls and doors! All of them! Against the wall! LARRY: Fred! Walls and doors! I didn't do nothing! I don't have nothing! (SHOUTING CONTINUES IN HALLWAY) FRED: I don't got no gun! (GUN COCKS) (COCKS GUN) Anybody in there? No, sir. (GRUNTS) (GASPS) Get the fuck up! Get up! Get downstairs! Go! - FLYNN: Get him downstairs! - What's going... (SHRIEKS) What're you doing here? (SHOUTING) POLICEMAN: Down on the ground! Get down! - LEE: I'm not resisting! - POLICEMAN: Get up! (OVERLAPPING SHOUTING) KRAUSS: Yeah, keep goin'! Don't look at me! Against the wall, bring them all down! POLICEMAN: Hey! You got him? KRAUSS: Against the walls and doors! POLICEMAN: Turn around and stay against the wall. KRAUSS: Let's get them down here! Let's go! (GRUNTS) Don't you fucking move! - Get them, go! - What did we do? DEMENS: You better shut your mouth! FLYNN: Get them! Get the fuck... Get out of here! Get the fuck downstairs! (OVERLAPPING SHOUTING) Go! Let's get them down here! POLICEMAN: Go! Down the stairs! Let's go! - KRAUSS: Let's go! - FRED: Okay, okay! AUBREY: Come on, man! My arm, man! Stop! We didn't even do anything! Shit! (ALL GRUNTING) (INDISTINCT SHOUTING) AUBREY: Where's Carl, man? AUBREY: Where's Carl? What happened? Fella here had a knife, tried to go for my gun. Yeah, I heard him shout, "Get off my gun!" Yeah, it all happened pretty fast. I guess you had to defend yourself. (WHIMPERING) LEE: Aubrey, get back! Get back against the wall! Move! - Chill! - They killed Carl! Don't be stupid, boy! Stay against the wall! Okay, okay. AUBREY: (CRYING) He has his face filled with blood. They killed him, man. Shame. A young kid like that. Still, he might be the shooter. We need to find out. AUBREY: (WHIMPERING) They killed him, man. (AUBREY SOBBING) AUBREY: They killed our friend. KRAUSS: What's the deal with the girls? I found them with the big nigger down the end. Same room? - You find anything? - Nothing. No gun? No. Some bad news. One of the guests is dead. (SOBBING) He tried to take a police officer's weapon, ...ended up getting shot. Carl Cooper. AUBREY: He killed Carl. (SOBBING) (SOBBING) May he rest in peace. Amen. Amen. Now let's not be stupid in this situation. (JULIE SNIFFLING) We still have a crime scene here and you're all suspects. Each and every one of you. Don't look at me! Turn around, face the wall! (BREATHING SHAKILY) (SOBBING) Was Carl the one doing the shooting? Huh? Somebody better start getting honest with me. (ALL SOBBING) (FOOTSTEPS ON THE STAIRS) Hey! I want that gun! We looked around, we didn't find a gun. Doesn't mean it's not here! Go find it! You, too! I got nothing against you people. But you need to tell me where the gun is. You need to tell me... ...who was doing the shooting. I'm only gonna ask so many times. Who did the shooting? We don't know. You do fucking know! You were upstairs, who was doing the shooting? - Who was doing the shooting? - You doing the shooting, man! Lee! LEE: No, man. Carl ain't got no gun. What's that? You're the ones out here killing people! Say that to my face! I said, Carl ain't shoot nobody, man! Yeah, all right. (GRUNTING) MICHAEL: Fuck. (KAREN SOBBING) Stop your goddamn crying! Face the door! You, too. Face the front! (GASPING) Why don't you pick that up and defend yourself? Hmm? It's easy, look. You sure you don't wanna try and stab me? (GASPING) I'm not gonna play your game. FLYNN: Come on. That would just give me an excuse to do... ...what we both know is gonna happen anyway. Right? Man, y'all some crazy crackers! (GRUNTS) GREENE: Shit! (AUBREY SOBBING) (LEE COUGHING) FLYNN: Get off of me. You still a cracker. (COUGHS) Shut the fuck up, all right? Shut up. KRAUSS: There's a goddamn shooter in this house. Was it Carl? Let me tell you something. If you think that you can shoot at innocent people... ...and get away with it, ...you are dead wrong. My partner said, "stand up." - Look, I'll take him. - So stand. DISMUKES: Go search the place, I'll take him with me. Come on, come on. - Come on. - Get the fuck outta here. (GROANING) KRAUSS: I got all night, people. Nobody's gonna talk? Nobody knows who the shooter is? AUBREY: Please, God. Please, God. Nobody's going to admit shit? All right. Then start prayin'. Start praying. What's the matter, boy? You don't pray? You don't go to fuckin' church? - Start praying! - AUBREY: Oh, Lord. Forgive our trespasses as we forgive those that trespass against us. KRAUSS: 'Cause I will kill you, one by one, ...until you tell me exactly what is going on here. AUBREY: Cover us with the blood of Jesus, God. I'm just gonna assume you're all criminals. Because if we're honest, you probably are. So let's hear it. Let's fucking hear it! Pray! Do it loud! (GRUNTS) You don't sing that gospel shit? (SINGING) My way There you go, now we got two of 'em. AUBREY: Take the hate out of our hearts, God. What about you? Your grace is with me You are not praying. I'm not hearing shit out of you. - Mary, full of grace... - KRAUSS: I don't give a fuck. You may need a little fuckin' help to know how to pray. (GRUNTS) (ALL PRAYING) You are near me JULIE: Hail Mary, full of grace. When my life He's really fuckin' praying. It's not bad. (LAUGHING) (MUSIC PLAYING) (LEE COUGHS) (MUSIC SHUTS OFF) All right, check the room. Under the beds and in the drawers. Okay? (CLATTERING) (SHOUTING AND CRYING) They're gonna kill us, man. Why? You gonna be crazy? They the ones that's acting crazy. They lost they mind when they seen... ...a couple white girls in a room with a black man. They're lookin' for a sniper, okay? But Carl wasn't no sniper, man. So if a guy goes for your gun, ...you gonna let him have it because he's black? Come on! A cop has a shotgun like yours, right? You hold that tight with two hands. How you even gonna try to take that? Lotta ways. (SIREN WAILING) (BOTTLES CLANGING) (GRUNTING) There's no guns in this whole motel... ...except the ones these cops brought. There's no guns. (PANTING) (SIGHS) We takin' something for those crazy boys. Pick 'em up. What's the point? Look, I understand. Okay? But don't antagonize those guys. I need you to survive the night. Survive the night. (SIGHS) All right? You don't think you're gonna talk? I'll fucking make you talk. Where's the fuckin' gun? FLYNN: Get up! Get the fuck up! You gonna tell me where the gun is? - FRED: I don't know. - FLYNN: Bullshit! (GRUNTING) FLYNN: Stop fucking lying to me! Where's the fucking gun! I swear to God, I'll pull the fucking trigger! Where is it? AUBREY: I don't know, I swear... FLYNN: Bullshit! SERGEANT: Come here. What's going on? I gotta tell you, Detroit PD is going nuts in there. What do you mean? Looks like they're terrorizing suspects, ...beating and so forth, trying to get a confession. Well, that's not correct, they got their civil rights. That's what I'm saying. Don't look right to me. FLYNN: Where's that fucking gun? Don't lie to me! Where's the gun? All right. Let's let them have the case. I don't wanna get involved in any civil rights mix-up, you know? Let's go. (SIREN WAILS) - Where's the fucking gun! - I don't know! FLYNN: Bullshit! You people are always lying! Who's the shooter? KRAUSS: Find it? No. All this looks stolen. I searched the whole room, myself. He wouldn't even tell you, huh? All right. Get Demens to watch the line. Come with me. Get in there. Quickly. - LEE: Wait, wait, wait. - KRAUSS: Lie down. Come on! We need you in here. Get the... Get on the goddamn floor. (GROANS) LEE: You don't have to do this, man. (LEE SOBBING) We're gonna hold the line. (GIRLS WHIMPERING) Why you gotta fuck them, huh? What's wrong with us? KRAUSS: Listen to me. You need to tell me... ...where the gun is and who the shooter is... I swear to you there's no gun. There's no gun, man! KRAUSS: ...or I swear to God, I will kill you. LEE: There's no gun, man. (SOBBING) Okay. I don't know nothing, man. No! (GUNSHOT) (MUFFLED SCREAMS) AUBREY: He shot him. He shot him. DEMENS: Face the fucking wall. (ALL SOBBING) KRAUSS: Be still and stay quiet, ...or the next one is for real. Understand? This'll make 'em talk. Watch this. That one didn't even kick. That's what happens when you lie to us. Who else wants to kill one? You wanna kill one? Okay. All right. (BREATHING HEAVILY) MICHAEL: Officer, wait! I didn't shoot nobody! - Officer, wait! - Shut up! MICHAEL: Fuck! ROBERTS: Shut up. Get the fuck in there. I told you I don't know where the fucking gun is, man. - You looked for it, right? - Shut your mouth! Hey, man. You gotta tell me where the gun is so all this can stop. - Where's the gun? - I don't know. - You can't do this shit! - Shut the fuck up! (GUNSHOT) AUBREY: Michael. Michael. (GIRLS CRYING) KRAUSS: You think we're bluffin'? This is Detroit. We don't bluff. (WHISPERS) Now, be quiet, ...or the next one will be for real. (DOOR OPENS) (DOOR SHUTS) I killed that nigger. There you have it. AUBREY: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Get your goddamn hands off her. Turn around. What's your part in all this, huh? Probably know where the gun is. Probably know who the shooter is. I don't know what you're talking about. KRAUSS: Yes, you do. And you're lyin' to me. Get away from me! You think you'd get a pass 'cause you're white? No, whore. You don't. Find out what she knows. It's okay. Easy, easy. KRAUSS: Face the goddamn wall. I'm not gonna tell you again. It's just you and me. Take a seat. (FLYNN SNIFFS) Sit down. Sit down. Ouch. You all right there, miss? Is everything okay? (SCOFFS) You're okay though, right? Don't touch me. Try to keep calm. What are you doin' living here? It's a hotel, isn't it? Yeah. So you're up here for a while? Some, uh, ...prostitution, maybe? I'm visiting from Ohio. My father is a judge. And your father, he knows you're here, right? Living amongst the blacks? Are there black people here? I didn't notice, I'm colorblind. Really? What color am I? Blue? (CHUCKLES) You look yellow to me, sir. (GRUNTS) - You're working prostitution. - No! (SOBBING) (CHAIR SCRAPING) FLYNN: Look at me. You're fuckin' these black guys, right? They're kids. What's the matter with you? I'm trying to protect you, miss. Stay there. She's a hooker. All right, fuck it. Come here. So, you are the pimp. No, sir. I think you're mistaken. (GRUNTS) - Fuck! - KRAUSS: Listen. We've got all the time in the world. We are gonna get to the bottom of this. So think very carefully about how you answer our questions, ...or you're gonna end up like your friends in the next room. How long you been pimpin' out these young girls, huh? Destroying their bodies and minds. I just met 'em. I ain't pimpin'. I just got back from the war. You're a veteran? Yes, sir. (GRUNTING) (GASPS) KRAUSS: Fuckin' stupid do you think I am? You wear army green, ...you try to be a fucking serviceman. We don't need pimps in the army. Probably drove a fucking supply truck. (GREENE GROANING) I was airborne. (WHIMPERS) (THUDDING) (GREENE GRUNTING) (GUNSHOTS) OFFICER 1: Look out! OFFICER 2: Take cover! Move to cover! Get down! Get down! OFFICER 1: Go, go, go! (GUNSHOTS) - OFFICER 1: Take cover! - OFFICER 2: Sniper! (GUNSHOT) Down, down! OFFICER 1: Across the street! They're running up Euclid! - OFFICER 3: Three houses up. - OFFICER 4: I see him! OFFICER 5: Who's got eyes on him? Don't worry about it. If it was anything, they'd grab us. (GRUNTING) (BREATHING HEAVILY) Larry, what are you doin'? Larry. Get back on the wall. Let's get the fuck up outta here. AUBREY: They're gonna come back. We can. Let's go. No. FRED: What are you doing, man? Come on. Come on. Fred, let's go. No, Larry. Stop. OFFICER 1: Who's got eyes on him? OFFICER 2: Watch the roof! KAREN: Just breathe, just breathe. (SHUDDERING BREATHS) AUBREY: It's okay. I'm here, I'm here. (GASPING) Come on, come on. Stay the fuck away. (OFFICERS SHOUTING) OFFICER 1: Check all those windows! Hold your perimeter! FRED: They're shooting. You hear that? Shut up! OFFICER 2: Fall back! Covering fire! Put it down! Fire! Fire! (GUNSHOTS) LARRY: Oh, shit! FRED: Oh, shit! - OFFICER 3: We got 'em! - OFFICER 4: Hold your fire! ROBERTS: All right, it's clear. Snipers everywhere, tonight. OFFICER 5: Clear! (CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY) DEMENS: Is that your buddies out there, huh? Is that who was shooting at us? Huh? What do you gotta say? (PANTING) Fuck! GREENE: Says right there. Paratrooper, eight years. Two deployments. (PANTING) Honorable discharge. - This is a fake. - No, sir. - This your girl? - GREENE: I just met her. What's his name? I don't know. His name is Karl Greene. I wasn't asking you, I was asking her. You just said, "What's his name?" You're lucky I haven't broken your fuckin' neck, yet. GREENE: Okay. All right, man. I see what you're trying to do. I'm not gonna cause any trouble, okay? But I'm not gonna lie down for you, either. What are you doin' in Detroit, huh? Like everybody else, I'm lookin' for work. KRAUSS: Left one war zone and joined another. GREENE: Yeah. All right. Get this motherfucker back in line. Give me back my government card, man. (DOOR OPENS) (GREENE GROANS) (GRUNTS) (WHIMPERS) (DOOR CREAKING) (BREATHING SHAKILY) (SHUSHING) Why don't you get outta here? Run out the back door. Run. Right now, go! You know the one who was praying? He's okay, it's not him. And you can scratch off G. I. Joe. That little twerp with the big, fuckin' prayer. Yeah, it's not him. That leaves us with the big motherfucker who's in that room. I like him for it. - Okay. - Yeah. Flynn. Fuck! He's escaped. Well, we need another one. I know. (WHIMPERS) (DOOR OPENS) (GASPING) (DOOR SHUTS) Still... Still no gun. So, who wants to go next? Hmm? KAREN: (WHISPERING) Please, please, please. Please. Just, please, please. Officer, can I say something? There we go. Yes, you can. I think you have the wrong house. 'Cause nobody we saw... 'Cause nobody we saw here was shooting at the police. Please. It's possible we made a mistake. But I need to know for sure. Can't let a cop killer get away with it, can I? KAREN: (WHISPERING) Please, please. (ALL SOBBING AND WHIMPERING) How about you, sweetheart? You wanna be next? KAREN: No. KRAUSS: Hmm? (KAREN STAMMERING) KAREN: No, I don't, please. KRAUSS: I think you know something. KAREN: I don't. KRAUSS: You wanna just die now... KAREN: No. KRAUSS: ...or watch me kill the others first? Which one, huh? Which one? (KAREN SCREAMING) Get her outta here. Jesus! And her! Up! Upstairs! JULIE: No! (SCREAMING AND CRYING) Shut up! You wanna cry, huh? KRAUSS: Jesus Christ! FLYNN: You wanna cry? I'll give you something to cry about. KRAUSS: Watch them. This one's coming with me. FLYNN: Shut up! You wanna cry, huh? I'll give you something to cry about. JULIE: Leave her alone! (MUFFLED SCREAMING) I guess there are no weapons on your person. (LOUD FOOTSTEPS ASCENDING STAIRS) Stay over there and keep quiet. (DOOR SHUTS) God. Aren't you ashamed of yourselves? You're the one checking out my tits. You're having sex with niggers. It's 1967, asshole. Honestly. It doesn't bother you? The Afro Sheen in their hair? The way it smells? You're on some trip. You think you can come into my city... ...and pimp out a bunch of young girls? I said it wasn't like that. I don't care if you were in the army. I'll drown all you pimps in the river until the city's clean. You gonna question them or I'm gonna take 'em outta here. KRAUSS: Just hold on. Look. You might not be such bad girls after all. But be straight with me. Who was shootin' at the National Guard out there? Mister? I didn't see anybody shoot at the National Guard. I would tell you if I had. You would? You can think I'm a slut if you want, but I was raised right. All right. I'm gonna get 'em outta here. Let's get you covered up, okay? You too. (DOOR OPENS) KRAUSS: Come on. Hey, can I get a hand? (INDISTINCT CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO) Fuck. Fuck those fuckers. You're fucking murdering those kids! Why don't you stop them? JULIE: This animal did it too. He shot one of them! Don't concern yourself. They're just scaring them. It's an interrogation tactic. Are you nuts, Mister? I saw the bodies! Those guys are getting murdered in cold blood. (BREATHING SHAKILY) ROBERTS: I didn't really shoot the guy. It's not real. I didn't shoot that guy, and neither did the other. It's to get the guys to fess up about the location of the gun. Who said they even had a gun? I don't know. If they did, it was just a toy. It wasn't a real gun. Well, thanks for saving us. We gotta head out. KAREN: Are we safe here? She means, are you gonna tell the police where we are? No. (DOOR SHUTS) (SOBBING) JULIE: Karen. We're gonna be okay. But those boys... (SIREN WAILING) (GRUNTING) Fucking stay there. You see that? See that shit? That is your fault right there. Look at it. You don't talk, that's what happens. Look at it. (INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER) At ease. That kid. Him. He was up there in the same room... ...as those other two delinquents. Yeah. Let's get our confession out of him, ...vacate the premises, all right? - Okay. - Demens should do it. Do what? You haven't killed a nigger yet. (CLEARS THROAT) Uh... Well, I don't know about that. KRAUSS: Sure you do. What's the matter, partner? Problem? Whatever you say. Which one? (GUN COCKS) Come with me. I gotta ask you some questions. Please. (SOBBING) Please don't kill me, please. Please don't shoot me, please. Where is the gun? AUBREY: I don't know. Please. I don't know. I swear to God, I don't know. Please. Please. I got no cause to shoot you. AUBREY: Please don't shoot. Please. DEMENS: Where's the gun? AUBREY: Please don't shoot me, man. I ain't never shot anybody before in my life. Please! I don't know where... Please. Please, don't... (GUNSHOT) (BREATHES HEAVILY) KRAUSS: Turn around. (SOBBING) They fucking killed him. So that's done. Good. Great job. I didn't think I could do it, but I did it. Boy, I feel funny. Yeah. It's the right thing. He'll talk now. What do you mean? Another one bites the dust. I bet some of you thought we weren't serious, huh? Well, we still don't have our gun... ...and we are running out of time, people. Who was the sniper? Just be honest with us so we can all go home. KRAUSS: You shot him, Demens. DEMENS: Yeah, I got him. Jesus Christ, Marty. We weren't actually shooting the other guys. We're playing with them. What do you mean? Playing. Playing what? A game. A game to get them to talk, scare the shit out of 'em. Interrogation tactics. Fuck. This is strictly police business. ROBERTS: Hey, boys, let's move out. KRAUSS: Have you got... You don't have a knife. - Fuck me. - DEMENS: Oh, fuck. Okay, listen. Listen. (GROANS) - Listen to me. - Oh, fuck. He grabbed your gun, all right, ...and you warned him, okay? (EXHALES HEAVILY) And you were forced to shoot him, okay? Line of duty. - Get your fucking story straight. - Oh, fuck. Hey, get your head straight. I'm serious. All right, just take a minute. Stay here. (GROANS) Oh, God. (DOOR SHUTS) Oh, fuck. (GROANING) (WHISPERING) Marty shot the guy. What? - He did? - Yeah. Point blank. We need to wrap this up and get out of here. We don't have a suspect. Should we just arrest them all? No, no, not now. We just need to get out of here, you know? And... Us and them. If they're smart, they're not gonna say anything, all right? All right. Let's do this. You come with me. KRAUSS: Listen to me. You're free to go. But you don't talk about this to anyone, ever. You understand? 'Cause I got your name, ...and I know exactly who you are. I don't got your name. I don't know nothin' about you. (WHIMPERING) Please don't kill me. (SNIFFLES) Please don't kill him. What's this here? I don't see nothin'. KRAUSS: All right. Get going. FRED: (SOBBING) Hey, we don't know nothin'. We don't know nothin'. No, no, no, no! Relax. Listen. What if I told you you can run out that door right now, ...but you never talk about what you saw here? Understand? FRED: Please don't kill him. Please don't kill him. (PANTING) No, no, no! (BREATHING HEAVILY) Listen to me. What do you see here? You killed him. You killed him. (BREATHING SHAKILY) We're gonna try this again. I don't see anything. There's a dead guy right there. (GUNSHOTS) (THUDDING) (WHIMPERING) (GUN COCKS) (GUNSHOT) (GUN COCKING) (SIRENS BLARING IN DISTANCE) (PANTING) OFFICER DAVID: Halt! (PANTING) Please, please, please... Please, please, please... OFFICER DAVID: Hey. Hey. Oh, my God. Who could do this to someone? Hey, hey, hey. I'm here to help you, all right? Come on. Hey. I'm gonna get you to the hospital, okay? All right? Relax. Okay? Hey, hey, it's all right. Come with me. Come on. Come on. We're gonna get you there. Come on, brother. Don't you go on me, all right? Come on. Come on. We got him. Let's go. (MACHINERY WHIRRING) (PEOPLE CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY) Aubrey! Phone call! Aubrey, hey! You got phone call! - Say again? - You got a call from home. Something's wrong. Kid's in trouble or hurt, or something. Bet it's my youngest. He's always googy-googy. (CHUCKLES) Yes? ROBERTA: (ON PHONE) Well, Aubrey, (SOBBING) ...they found Aubrey dead this morning at the Algiers Motel. No. No. Aubrey's supposed to be at home. It's gotta be somebody else. (DIAL TONE) (CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY) What is this, Ma? A mistake? It's gotta be a mistake. Aubrey's got more sense than that. Well, baby, you never know. Let's go see. (GROANS) (SNIFFLES) (HAMMERING CONTINUES) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) OFFICER: Dismukes? Is he there? (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE) Looking for a Dismukes. Appreciate it. Any of you fellas named Dismukes? Yeah, that's me. I have to ask you to come with us, sir. Is there a problem? No. I don't think so. Rather not have to ask again, though. Y'all tell the boss, huh? You got this? - Take care of yourself. - OFFICER: This way. Come on, I ain't got all day. (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) Take a seat. (PHONE RINGING IN DISTANCE) (DOOR OPENS) DISMUKES: I'm sorry, I... I assume this is about what went on at the motel? What happened at the motel? DISMUKES: If you don't know, I'll tell you. I was working security by Wisconsin. And on Tuesday night, we heard gunfire... ...coming from the area near the Algiers. DETECTIVE THOMAS: Oh. In that direction. Police was there. State police, National Guard. It was a lot of shooting. (WHISTLES IN DISMAY) And when I went in there, three kids had been killed. No. - Yes, sir. - This right there, right? Is that what you're talking about? (LIGHTER SNAPS SHUT) Yes, sir. Yeah. He was lying just like this. The blood was fresh. It hadn't congealed yet. So they were killed right before you got there? (EXHALES) Yes, sir. You carry a.38, right? A revolver. Do you carry a revolver? I do have a.38. Hmm. You ever shoot anyone? - No. - Strike anyone? - Not the way you mean, sir. - What do I mean? Fellas, ...you know, sometimes, ...when a black guy's put in a position of authority, ...other black guys, they like to single you out, okay? Because I'm not supposed to tell 'em what to do. When we have these conversations, ...we do them in stages, okay? Stage one, witnesses. Stage two, suspects. What stage are we in? You don't know what stage we're in? No. Could you specify for me? DETECTIVE JONES: Yeah, we're in stage two. You're a suspect. I didn't do it. The police... Ah, here we go. The police shot those kids. DETECTIVE THOMAS: See, how the hell do you know that... ...when you weren't inside the building... ...until after the shooting stopped? So, are you lying to us now, ...or were you lying just a minute ago? DETECTIVE JONES: That's a good question, Detective. DETECTIVE THOMAS: You need to think real hard. You need to answer me. All due respect, I am telling the truth. I'm not lying. I told you what I saw. I saw these kids... - DETECTIVE JONES: Melvin. - Okay. Okay. - We're here to help you, okay? - Yes, sir. Melvin, do you wanna go home? Yeah. DETECTIVE THOMAS: Can we let him think about it? DETECTIVE JONES: Yeah. You think about it, okay, Melvin? I didn't do it. (DOOR CLOSES) DETECTIVE JONES: (ON INTERCOM) Number four, step forward. You're doing a real good job, honey. (PRISONERS CLAMORING) (BANGING ON BARS) Eddie... Has he woken up? No, man. (SIGHS) Hey. Larry. Hey, wake up, brother. (SNIFFLES) Hey. Be gentle. JIMMY: It's all right, man. It's us. You know where my little brother is? The police are saying Fred is dead, ...but I can't get nobody to tell me what's going on. (STRAINED) What's going on? You tell us, man. The police... The police? LARRY: The police... They... (BREATHING SHAKILY) (SOBBING) - You have children? - Oh, yes. I have three boys. The oldest is 12. Then nine and seven. You know how youngsters are then. (CHUCKLING) Oh, boy... The way they communicate, grunts and groans. My little cavemen. Especially boys. (CHUCKLES) It's like they don't know if they wanna be slick, you know? That's right. They're still trying to find their place in life... ...and we have to allow for that. AUBREY SR.: Uh-huh. DR. BREYER: Oh, yes. AUBREY SR.: Hmm. Well, I can see you want to go back there. Sure. (DOOR CLOSES) MAN: (ON TV) We helped put out fires. We helped try to keep the riots down and keep the corner clear. What can you say... ...about having all this murdering and confusion? Everybody isn't thieves and murderers. I wish that things could be better for the negro people. (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) KRAUSS: Just, uh... Remember what I told you, and this whole thing's gonna blow over. All right? You did nothing wrong. I think I gotta say somethin'. Hey. You made... Demens. Something that took one minute... ...should not define your entire life. You understand? (DEMENS SIGHS) You made a mistake. You say what you need to say, ...and you move on. That's how you get out of this thing. - All right? - All right. KRAUSS: All right? Yeah. You don't have to lecture me, I know what to do. There you go. You were doing your job. (CLEARS THROAT) (DOOR OPENS) You first, knucklehead! All right. (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE) Flynn! (DOOR OPENS) DETECTIVE: All right. Let's go, ladies. I'll be with you in a few minutes. Well? Some things were said in there. (STAMMERS) Such as? You stupid... You motherfucker, you're dead. You're fucking dead. You too? We're all going down. Phil, listen. It's... - No. No. - Just listen to me. - Get the fuck out of my way. - FLYNN: Phil! (SIREN BLARING) (BANGING ON DOOR) I got nothing to say without my union lawyer. Are you kidding me, you racist fuck? Get out of the car before I break your neck. I couldn't say for sure who went inside the building first. Um... There were five, ...maybe six state police. We have complete statements from your partners. We know you shot those kids. So just go from there. No. No. I don't recall doing that. Uh... Bang his head against the table. Might help. Hey. I'm trying to help here. I'm trying to be thorough. So, you wanna know... ...how many state police were on the scene, ...how many National Guard? I can't tell if you're stupid or smart, ...but I'm willing to find out. (DOOR OPENS) Don't say another word. Come on. What's the point? Coercive testimony will be tossed. (DOOR CLOSES) (SCOFFS) (BANGING ON DOOR) Larry! Yo, you sure he's home? Give him a minute. Man, what? What's so important? MORRIS: The record company called, baby! They wanna hear our music at the studio! Oh, and they called you? Yeah, man. They said they tried to call you... ...but you never called them back. JIMMY: This is what we've been working for, man. They wanna hear The Dramatics! (SCOFFS) So what? You Mr. Show Business now? This isn't professional. Call at business hours, not 3:00 in the morning. MORRIS: But Larry... Larry! It's a record company, man. They don't keep banking hours. Come on. (ON SPEAKER) Listen, you guys had better sound good... ...because I'm broke. (CHUCKLING) (ALL CHUCKLE) Let me hear that blend. (MORRIS CLEARS THROAT) Uh, yes, sir. - Are you guys ready? - Yeah. One, two. One, two, three, four. (SINGING) Look in my eyes And don't you see water? And it's all because of you Well look at me I ain't acting like I oughta And it's all because of you Ooh Ooh (CLEARS THROAT) Uh, George, can we get a minute? - Come on. - GEORGE: Yeah, hurry back. Look, what is in your head, man? 'Cause you ain't singin' in there. How am I supposed to sing with what happened to Fred? Look, you just do it. Sing while my boy is lying dead? Look, a song ain't words on a page, man. That ain't music. Music is what you put into it... ...and you can make that whatever you want. I'm not singing so white motherfuckers can dance! Well, them pale motherfuckers ain't dancing for free! (SIGHS) Since when do you care if white folks dance anyway? (SIGHING) MALE REPORTER: During the week of rioting in Detroit, ...three negros were shot to death in a motel room. Police and the Guardsmen had raided the motel, ...searching for snipers. Later, witnesses to the shootings... ...said the three negros had been lined up... ...and shot in cold blood by the officers. Today, two police officers were arrested... ...and charged with the murders... ...of two of the negros shot in the motel. The officers, one with two years' service, ...the other with four... ...and no previous misconduct charges, ...were ordered held without bail. They pleaded not guilty. Their attorney said... ...the arrests were a shame and a pity. Police Commissioner, Ray Girardin, ...refused to discuss the facts of the case, ...except to say the two officers... Who do you got mail for? MAILMAN: Larry Cleveland Reed? Larry! (MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO) Larry, you got a letter. From the government. (GROANS) - Thank you. - You're welcome. (DOOR CLOSES) (MEN CLAMORING) FRED: I didn't do nothin'! I didn't do nothin'! - KRAUSS: Lie down. - LEE: Please, man! KRAUSS: I will kill you one by one... ...until you tell me exactly what is going on here. Don't look at me. Turn around. Start praying! FLYNN: Get down! Get up! Get the fuck up! Get up! Bullshit! Stop fucking lying to me! LEE: Carl ain't got no gun. KRAUSS: One of the guests is dead. AUBREY: Please don't shoot. Please. DEMENS: Where's the gun? AUBREY: Please don't shoot me, man! FRED: Officer, can I say something? I think you have the wrong house. MALE NEWSCASTER: In the Algiers Motel case, ...both the prosecution and the defense... ...in their opening statements... ...reminded the all-white jury of the racial violence... ...that seared Detroit two summers ago. ATTORNEY LANG: Now, Mr. Reed, before the police... ...or military personnel started firing, ...to your knowledge, had there been any sniper fire... ...from inside the Algiers Motel or annex? LARRY: No. And did you see anyone in the motel that night... ...with a gun of any kind in their hand... ...outside of police officers or military personnel? I saw someone shoot a toy gun at one of his friends. A toy gun. AUERBACH: (CHUCKLES) Mr. Reed. Isn't it a fact that your head... ...was against the wall for most of the evening? No, sir, it is not. My hands were against the wall for most of the evening. That's a fact. I asked about your head. My head is attached to my neck. It moves. This way, and that. (ALL CHUCKLING) AUERBACH: And yet, it cannot turn completely around... ...to see what's behind you? Unless you have a special skill... ...this courtroom should know about? (ALL CHUCKLE) You said you saw the flash before you heard the gunshot. Was that your testimony? Well, it was pretty confusing. Well, which is it? Which came first? Did you see the flash? When did you hear the body hit the floor? I can't say for sure. You said you were just outside the door. You also said you might be confused, ...that you don't know what point in time... ...these things happened. So, are you confused? I saw the flash, just through the door. What I need to know is, ...did you see Aubrey Pollard... ...make a threatening move toward my client? Or are you perhaps confused on that point as well? Yes, sir. Being a military man, ...you would be able to distinguish... ...between the uniforms of a National Guardsman... ...and that of a Detroit police officer. Is that correct? I suppose. And so you say... ...that the man who took one of the victims into the room, ...that he was a National Guardsman? So I presume you know that because... ...he was wearing a uniform of the National Guard. Well, yes. I saw a guy in uniform take him back there. Did you see anybody else go back into that room? No. Would you have been able to see... ...if anybody else went back into that room? At the time, wasn't your head turned back around... ...by the police officers... ...that were still standing there with you? Yes. And so in one of the lineups, ...when you were asked to identify the officers who beat you, ...who did you identify? Do you see him here today in court? Him. And him. (ALL MURMURING) You just identified two of the defendants. Why would you identify only one of them... ...at the time of the lineup... ...if both of them took part in beating you? Which recollection for the record... ...would you say is the correct recollection? I just said I couldn't tell at first. When I went down to the police station, I was very nervous. AUERBACH: And so now, you are calm? And you will not be changing your story again then? This is it? This is the one you want us to work with? Objection. Asked and answered. JUDGE: Overruled. AUERBACH: So you were led into a room, and then what happened? (LEE CLEARS THROAT) He fired off a shot by my head and told me... ...to keep my mouth shut and lay still. Or the next one for real. And what did you do? I lie still. And were you mistreated in any way after that? Mistreated? Have you ever been arrested, sir? Sure. AUERBACH: Ever spent a night in jail? LEE: Yeah. AUERBACH: How many times have you been arrested? - LEE: I don't know. - How many nights and days have you spent... ...in prison for crimes you've committed... LEE: I don't know, a few. ...or alleged to have committed? Criminal acts. I don't know. A few. ATTORNEY LANG: Are you certain? Yeah, you don't forget a beating like that. So you're certain that these three men... ...beat you and the others? Yes, I'm certain. (ALL MURMURING) Up until some army guy pulled me in a room... ...and told me to lie still. Then you heard him go out and tell them I was dead. ATTORNEY LANG: And this is what's being referred to... ...as the "death game?" What did you see next? I didn't see nothin' lying face down on the floor, ...but I heard Aubrey yell, "Don't shoot." And he shot. I heard that. (ALL MURMURING) ATTORNEY LANG: Your witness, council. Now we've already talked to your cohort about, ...friend, Lee, about his criminal past. Have you ever had trouble with the law? I'm not on trial here. No need to introduce a new crime, sir. Just the ones already known. Or maybe you can start by telling us, ...how did the night begin? Party? A few drinks? Man, why? Why y'all talking about me at all? Man, y'all see a black man in court... ...and assume I'm the one on trial. Man, they killed my friends, man! They beat us! (ALL CLAMORING) Lined us up and abused us and y'all doing the same thing! There's no justice here, man. Go fuck yourself, man. (ALL CLAMORING) (JUDGE BANGING GAVEL) - Man, no, get off of me! - JUDGE: Take him out. MICHAEL: This is bullshit! What? What you lookin' at? This is bullshit! (ALL CONTINUE CLAMORING) I think what is clear here, Your Honor, ...is that these men were under an intolerable situation. They were under this duress, which we say was inherent, ...and for that reason, had no other choice. All right. All they had to do was keep quiet. If they kept quiet, they wouldn't be here today. But they made a statement, ...and that statement should be admissible. AUERBACH: Not if they were made under duress, Your Honor. Not if the taking of those statements... ...violates constitutional rights. These policemen were owed an obligation. Advising them that they had a right to remain silent, ...they had a right to counsel, ...and that anything they said could be used against them... ...in a court of law. I don't think these defendants, ...because they're police officers, ...have any right to expect anything more from us, ...but they have a right under the Constitution... ...not to settle for anything less. I therefore rule the statements inadmissible. Wasn't that just a load of bullshit. Whew. (CHUCKLING) Wow, man. That was... You know as well I do, ...those kids shouldn't have been killed like that. Yeah. It's a shame. Should've complied with a lawful order... ...and relinquish their weapons. But you're a solid guy though. Really. (RETCHING) (COUGHS) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) They know what they're supposed to do. Jury entering. All rise. All rise. JUDGE: Has the jury reached a verdict in this matter, ...with regard to the charges of murder... ...in the first degree and assault? MALE HEAD JUROR: We have, Your Honor. On the assault, ...not guilty. (ALL CLAMORING) (SCATTERED APPLAUSE) MALE HEAD JUROR: As to the murder charges, ...not guilty. (SCATTERED CHEERING) What we have witnessed today is a disappointment to the justice system, ...to the state of Michigan. MALE REPORTER: Excuse me, would you like to comment? This wouldn't have happened if they had found black girls... ...in a hotel with white men. No, sir. No way would they do this... ...to white men. That's the truth! And I don't care who knows it! Thank you, ma'am. Mr. Pollard, how do you feel about losing your son? MA: How do you think he feels? How would you feel? How would you feel? It's a terrible pain. - A pain that never goes away. - AUBREY SR.: Come on. Thanks, man. CONYERS: Listen, sir, will you conduct yourself... ...with a little bit of empathy? We are here today to witness... ...the justice system at work and we demand... ...that police criminality be treated the exact same way... ...as any other form of criminality. MALE REPORTER: Some people would say it's wrong... ...to judge the police for doing theirjobs. CONYERS: Nice try. - You have my statement. - WOMAN: What a shame. CONYERS: Police criminality needs to be treated... ...the same as any other form of criminality. (PEOPLE CHEERING) (MUSIC PLAYING) (SINGING) Some people are made of plastic You know some people are made of wood Some people have hearts of stone Some people are up to no good Some people But baby I'm for real I'm as real as real can get And if what you're looking for is real lovin' Then what you see Is what you get MORRIS: We have a contract, Larry. We gotta snatch this, brother. Not like this. Look, Motown is a black-only company. Oh, but you know what I mean. Who listens to this music? This ain't easy for me, man. (SNIFFLES) We all a long way from easy. Well, then you do what you need. I'm gonna lay low. Come on, man. (SIREN BLARING IN DISTANCE) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) (SIGHS) (SHIVERING) (WIND HOWLING) (PIANO PLAYING) - (SIGHS) Excuse me, brother. - Yes, son. I submitted an application for the church choir director... ...and I never heard anything back. Oh, um, speak to the choirmaster. Okay, thank you. Excuse me. I submitted an application for the church choir director... ...and I never heard anything back. Larry Cleveland Reed. Larry. Uh... Oh, I remember. You're with The Dramatics, right? Yes, sir. You're a little bit overqualified. We're just a neighborhood church. Well, yeah, I am overqualified. So? Why don't you go try some of those clubs downtown? I'm sure they'd be happy to have you. And I guarantee you, the pay will be much better. (SIGHS) There's police at those clubs downtown. And it's dangerous. Sir, can you please help me? I need a job. Do you sing any liturgical music? LARRY: Yeah, I know something. Let me see if I... Okay. (CLEARS THROAT) (SINGING) Master (PIANO PLAYING) The tempest is raging Oh the billows Are tossing high The sky Is overshadowed with blackness No shelter or help Is nigh Carest thou not That we perish? How can thou lie asleep When each moment So madly is threatening Oh a grave A grave A grave A grave In the angry deep Get up, Jesus Because (CHOIR CONTINUES SINGING) (SONG ENDS)